June of 1945,
I had just turned ten.
My friend and I went fishing,
but I never will again!
That was 60 years ago,
I ain't been fishin' since!
I know just what you're thinkin',
that doesn't make much sense!
Well let me tell, what happened,
to my best friend, Mike and me.
Once you know the story,
I'll have your sympathy!
I never did like Fishin',
but Mike was keen, and so,
since him and I were best of friends,
I felt that I should go!
So off we went, to our fishin' hole,
the sun was hot and bright!
We stayed there, almost seven hours,
and never had a bite!
My older brother came along,
he said "How ya doin', guy?"
I said "we never even had a bite",
then I began to cry!
He asked me for my fishin' rod.
He cast the line into the lake!
Within five minutes he caught a fish,
It was more than I could take!
That day, I made a Solemn Vow!
Right then and there I swore,
"if I live to be 100,
I will never fish no more"!
So that's my best June memory,
there's nothing more to say!
Even though it's been a long, long time,
it's like it happened yesterday!